'I have something to say to you.' He showed her his cigar.

'I am smoking,' he said.
'I don't mind smoking.' After that, there was nothing to be done (short of downright brutality) but to yield.

He did it with the worst possible grace.

'Well ?' he resumed.

'What do you want of me ?' 'You shall hear directly, Mr.Westwick.Let me first tell you what my position is.